Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zimelkor, artist - Berri Txarrak. Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Song language: Basque
Zimelkor(original) |
| Agur hitz bat |
| Bizi printzak |
| Zilar emari adatsa |
| Nork orraztu ez daukazun arren |
| Bizipenen ildo zimurrak |
| Kide izandakoaren hutsune |
| Bazkalosteko solasak |
| Ergel hutsak izar telebistan |
| Abante bizian doaz |
| Hondar-urte sentitzen direnak |
| Mendez beteta segunduak |
| Ahanzturaren lehendabiziko deiak |
| Pare ezberdinak oinetan |
| Ontzi erreak sukaldean |
| Agur hitz bat zizelkatu balore galduen hilarrian |
| Azkarregi doan mundu honen gurpil lohituetan |
| Azken hitz bat zizelkatu hezur-mamizkoen bularretan |
| «ni banoa baina zaindu |
| Zaindu zeuen tartekoak» |
| Etorkizuna bera ere oroitzapenez da mozorrotzen |
| Gezurretan dabil memoria |
| Eta erabilera aspaldi galdu zuten hitz horiek |
| Eder-ederrak iruditzen zaizkizu halere |
| Inork gutxik estimatzen duen altxor hau |
| Zurekin hondoratuko dela onartu behar |
| Ozeano harro horretan |
| Sakonera abisalean |
| Herio deitzen den ahanztura horretan |
| Bidesari horretan |
| Atseden horretan |
| Bizitza osoa lanean emanik |
| Ordainetan ezer ez merezi duzunetik |
| Zimelkor da lortutako guztia |
| Mundu gara: bizi printzak |
| Libratuko denik ez da |
| Ziur izan |
| (translation) |
| A word of farewell |
| Living princes |
| Silver donation hair |
| Even if you don't have one to comb |
| Wrinkled lines of experience |
| The gap of the former member |
| Lunch conversations |
| Empty fools on star TV |
| They are in full swing |
| Those who feel like a residual year |
| Centuries full of seconds |
| The first calls of oblivion |
| Different pairs at the foot |
| Roast dishes in the kitchen |
| Sculpt a word of farewell on the tombstone of lost values |
| Too fast going on the dirty wheels of this world |
| A final word sculpted on the breasts of the bone marrow |
| 'I'm leaving but take care |
| Take care of your resources » |
| The future itself is also disguised as a memory |
| Memory lies |
| And those words have long since lost their use |
| You look beautiful, though |
| This treasure that few people appreciate |
| I have to admit that it will sink with you |
| In that proud ocean |
| At abysmal depth |
| In that forgetfulness called death |
| On that toll |
| At that break |
| Dedicated to life |
| Since you deserve nothing in return |
| Everything you get is dull |
| We are the world: living princes |
| There is no way to get rid of it |
| Be sure |